In just a few hours, I will send two little puppies on a journey of hope. My rescue friend Mere Lyn called me last week with a dilemma. She knew of two little boxer mix pups who were the offspring of a stray mom out in the county near a home where Mere Lyn was doing some work. The people in the home had managed to contain the pups (mom was still straying), and Mere Lyn had a plan. She could probably get the puppies accepted into a shelter somewhere. And she wanted to get that mom dog spayed. But she had nowhere to put the pups in the meantime. Husband and I were an hour from home (getting groceries and supplies) when I got the call from Mere Lyn. I told her we would drive towards the shelter where my daughters work and borrow a carrier. Mere Lyn would drive towards us and meet us at the home where the pups could be picked up.
These two little darlings have been in my kennel since that day. SO cute. I assure you the pictures do not do them justice. They have been accepted into a northern facility. And as I said – I will send them off a little later this morning to their chance at adoption and The Good Life.
In January I introduced you to Honey. She is a (very) senior shelter dog staying in my kennel for now. She has a grapefruit-sized tumor on her tail. The original veterinary advice was for not removing the tumor. Honey is a senior, and the vet felt this wouldn't be an easy surgery for her. He said she would lose her tail and that possibly she was even using the weight of the tumor to keep her balance. After Honey had been with me a couple of weeks, I talked with Older Daughter about what I was observing. The tumor is huge, heavy, and cumbersome. I wondered about a second opinion.
The board gave permission for that second opinion. However, in the midst of all of this, Honey was accepted into a doggie retirement home in another state. This is a wonderful twist and was celebrated by all. But now, the second opinion I would get would only be in writing to go along with Honey to her retirement home. I took Honey to see my wonderful Dr. A. I did not tell her about the previous vet consult, but asked her to tell me what was in Honey's best interest and that the goal is comfort at this point. She did a thorough examination. She discovered double ear infection, three teeth that are so bad they need to come out asap, and her professional opinion on the tumor was to remove it. She said after examination that she did not believe the tumor was attached to the actual bones of the tail. She thought the tumor could be removed without removing the tail. She said she thought it was quite a chore to be carrying that heavy tumor around on something no more substantial than a tail. And she said that even if she got in there and the tumor was attached to the bone, she could greatly de-bulk it. It would probably come back, but in the meantime, Honey would not have the burden of carrying this monster around with her. While under anesthesia (and if doing well), she would remove the three really bad teeth.
I thanked Dr. A and said I sure wished it could be HER who did all of this, but since Honey had been accepted into the retirement home, I could only send along her recommendations to the next person in charge. None of us wanted to see Honey lose her spot in such a wonderful facility. Dr. A said that if she was the one who was doing this surgery, she would want Honey to stay with me for two full weeks after the surgery before traveling. So we both knew it probably couldn't play out that way.
I reported all of this back to the board, and guess what? The retirement home director will hold Honey's spot and she will get to have her surgery here! Yay! We are in the process of trying to squeeze Honey into the surgery schedule. Looks like life is looking up for Miss Honey.